Bonus side story: Alex's day at the office

Mrs Taylor entered the kitchen in her dressing gown, to find her youngest daughter sat naked with one leg on the breakfast table. Between her spread legs, one of the twins was crouched in deep concentration… running a razor around the contours of his sister's genitals.

“Oh guys… Not at the table!” The matriarch exhaled, though well aware her complaints would fall on deaf ears.

“Sorry Mom…” Alex shrugged carefully, not wanting to make any sudden movements at this moment in time.

“Allie's got to look her best today… She's daddy's little showpiece!” Greg teased, in a wheedling voice that painted an angry blush across his younger sibling's cheeks… knowing she was in to **** a position right now to do anything about it.

“Besides, no good you complaining Mom… You're next!”

The older woman looked a little crestfallen at this, glancing down at her own barely concealed pelvis.

“I thought you liked my ‘mature lady's garden’ Pumpkin? You said it was refreshing after all the girls your age with their identically shaved mounds.”

“That was Dave…” Said Greg, annoyed as ever when someone got the two identical brothers confused. “Personally I'm fed up of my balls being tickled every time I screw you.”

“Well then you stick to just fucking our dear sister, Smeghead! Leave the real women to me!”

Dave himself finally emerged and, true to his word, quickly flipped up the back of their mother's dressing gown in order to casually slide himself inside her.

Mrs Taylor let herself be pushed forward onto the breakfast table, trying her best to make room amongst the cereal bowls and toast rack. Once again so much for some basic, hygienic separation between where they all ate and where they all fucked.

Still… as a freshly-shaved Alex was deposited down next to her and both twins began thrusting in unison, the mother of them all couldn’t help but bask in the warmth of the moment. She wondered how many such everyday, heartwarming mornings their little clan had left as all her darlings grew up and left the nest. Listening to the soft moans and squelches she knew so well as each of her flesh and blood drew pleasure from the others. This was the truest closeness a family could feel, she was certain. Sharing their bodies and pleasures together as easily and fluidly as any group could.

She reached out and squeezed Alex's hand as a climax began to approach both of them. A connection between mother and daughter in the throes of love and physicality, as they were both brought there by the meat of their identical kin. With unrestrained gasps and grunting, the twins each gave their own incestuous partner everything they could muster… rocking and rattling the poor table in a final flurry of early morning effort. Until both drained themselves dry, deep into their mother and sister's cooches.

Then both pulled themselves free and flomped down to grab a bite to eat, interspersed between the dripping, panting forms of their family members. Just another average breakfast in the Taylor household.